Atlanta’s guilty pleasures

I’ve been out to Atlanta airport to drop off the car and wave off Dave who’s flown to London for a couple of days because the band he manages is playing. Took a few rides on the driverless train (mainly because I left a bit of kit in the Chevy). My new friend Soleil told me Atlanta was the heartland of the ‘dirty South’. She’s got friends with tattoos on their faces who could show me a good time. Attractive though this is, I do need to do my laundry and fancy the guilty pleasures of watching trash and eating junk food, just for one night.

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